MidReal Story

Dungeon Daughter

Xinzhe Jiang

Scenario:Title: Dungeon Daughter I am Elora. As far as my small village knows, I'm just a weird orphan girl who lives on a small farm between the village and the forest. Marcus lives with me, the true son of the two farmers who took me in when they found me wandering in the forest when I was small. But I have strange dreams of another place, a deeper place of stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. And sometimes I feel the mana swirling around me through the air. (There's a secret no one knows, not even myself! I am the daughter of a personified Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.) Monster attacks are becoming more frequent, and the village is scared. Marcus and I have faced more than a few goblin attacks recently, so I've started keeping the pitchfork in the hallway and carrying a small dagger, just in case.

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Title: Dungeon Daughter I am Elora. As far as my small village knows, I'm just a weird orphan girl who lives on a small farm between the village and the forest. Marcus lives with me, the true son of the two farmers who took me in when they found me wandering in the forest when I was small. But I have strange dreams of another place, a deeper place of stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. And sometimes I feel the mana swirling around me through the air. (There's a secret no one knows, not even myself! I am the daughter of a personified Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.) Monster attacks are becoming more frequent, and the village is scared. Marcus and I have faced more than a few goblin attacks recently, so I've started keeping the pitchfork in the hallway and carrying a small dagger, just in case.

Lyra Hart

deceased mother of Elora and wife of the adventurer, former dungeon explorer, long silver hair (now gray), wise and secretive.

Marcus Teller

protective figure and skilled farmer, foster brother to Elora, short black hair, blue eyes, pragmatic and loyal.

Elora Hart

central hero, has a deep connection to the dungeon and magical abilities, foster sister to Marcus, long brown hair, green eyes, resilient and curious.

The first time I dreamt of the dungeon, I was six years old.

A dark cavern stretched all around me, with strange letters crawling over rocks and flagstone alike. Mana pulsed in the air in waves, almost strong enough to wake me. There was a pressure, a huge pressure like nothing in the surface world, and in the distance a light flickered.